What do you complain about the most?

After a short walk this morning, I drove Patch a short distance to one of our favourite walks. As I slowed down for a cattle grid, the most beautiful of Red Kites swooped down in front of us and all but kissed the ground. A haze of amber, and it was gone. What a truly amazing start to this cold, damp, and grey January day.

It’s possible I’ve reached a stage where complaining has ceased altogether and been replaced, not by apathy, but something else.

A slight shake of the head, a tad expelling of breath, a flash of expletives through my brain, or simply nothing at all.

The big picture is bright. I don’t miss much, but I’ve ceased responding to my own detriment.

I will always be a compassionate and empathetic soul. An imploding planet, pathetic world leaders, and the mass suffering of humans and animals will always sadden me deeply.

But for now, self-preservation is crucial. 

Witnessing that majestic Red Kite sweep before me this morning was awesome.